Awake

I woke up early this morning
in a quiet, still house,
the family cozy in beds,
snowfall soft outside,
to the sound of knocking
on the door of my mind —
a painting asking entry.
We conversed through the door
as I lay enshrouded in quilts
until enchanted, I left my bed,
put brush to canvas,
and let the painting in.

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